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Artiste : Ab-Soul
Titre : Goodman
Yeah, mic check, mic check, one-two
Uh, yeah
Ayy, man, look

Righteous man
Wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam (Uh)
Couldn´t see me if I just swam
Couldn´t touch me with Midas´ hand, y´all don´t feel me though
Literally, never had a bully thus far, but
Temptation my sparring partner
My guard´s up like the air forced me (Yeah)
Your crucifixion story
Therefore (Therefore) never dare cross me
To speak the good word´s what we here for
Listen, with that you knew
Don´t even get me started with a sentence less we talkin´ bout capping, too (No cap)
Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that´s true
Put it together, absolute, that´s true, you know

Soul glow like a spray for your natural
I ain´t as friendly but I move like Casper move
You never seen me with a semi, I ain´t have to shoot
To keep an El Capitan, theatrical
Never wore a rosary or went to confession
But if I could clean this mess up with a message, it´ll be a blessing
God willing
You may have heard of Jack and Jill but we not healing (man)
Niggas still packin´ steel? Man, we need to stop tripping (yeah)
Why throw your block up if you´re not buildin´? (huh)
And the streets keep watching every step I take
They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye

The angel with an angle, the demon that means well
Rewrite history then sell it for retail, yeah

A good person who is clearly triumphant, isn´t an interesting guy
What we want is a game where it always seems that the good side is about to lose

Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant
That´s the aftereffects of my environment
I´m much more enlightened, my senses are more high than
Me and A-B hyphen like the Clash of the Titans
Ducking the sirens, Gorgon on my gourmets
Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon

I´m like a Lycan, no silver lining, I don´t like what you writing
You a little outta line, you believe the hype
Sooner or later, you feel the wrath of my bite
And I ain´t even gotta slide, I might do it out of spite
Niggas is testing my imperfections
´Til I run a misdirection and blitz your whole section
This might offend my political connections
Jigga told me "Why bother with peasants?"
A good man, might I remind myself
But I chop you boys in half, you get beside yourself, haha